Full and empty

My brain is full. My plate is full. My gas tank is empty. Eesh. Not a great combo. This is one year I haven't been super excited for the holidays. Very behind on all things holiday: cards, cookies, baking buns, decorating (saved only by my mom's help) and so on. I am way behind on gifts and shopping as well. I have no idea how this underline got turned ona nd it won't turn off! grr.

Anyways, my point is that I hate feeling empty. I hate my plate being so full. But, as they say, you have to be emptied so you can be filled. Same goes for my septic and toilet pipes too I guess. But they're cleaned out and so is my wallet. Ah well, such is life. So, now everything's empty, so we're going to wait for the filling to begin.